50 Barz lyrics

[Intro]
(8mc)
(It's MJL, ho)

[Verse]
I'm on my bullsh*t again
I take a ho to the Holiday Inn (Ayy, b*tch)
Next week I'm takin' her friend
First one by one then we all goin' in
Just bought a firing pin
We makin' guns, we ain't makin' no trends
If I hear them sirens again
I scale the sack then I scale the fence (Ayy)
You smokin' on what?
He smokin' on dust, ayy
f*ckin' sh*t up like an update
Feel up the clip like a cupcake
She wanna slide on me, 'fore she can ride on me
I don't think, so I got way too much time on me
She wanna f*ck? Then you can f*ck my homie
One, two, three, and I got the .45 on me
Don't got the watch, this a 19 Glock
Smoke on the kush, it go right up my eyes
Don't give no f*ck 'bout no Visine drop
My lean drop, tell up, "Pull up outside"
Keep one around me all times
These n*ggas act like they fight crime
I bet yo' strap don't look like mine
But I bet that pistol your lifeline
But I bet your b*tch don't look like mine
.357 the python
Or new carbon fiber, the nylon
I up it and make you the icon
Uhh, we don't do talkin' a lot
And (?)
You can get chalked up, f*ckin' with squad
She do the coke, f*ck her jaw up a lot (Brrt)
Hop out, blast on a n*gga
You asked for it n*gga
It really ain't nothin', put cash on a n*gga
If we get too rich, we drop bags on them n*ggas
Walk in ya trap with a mask on me, n*gga
I'm blowin' some sh*t like it's ash on me, n*gga
No Rolling Stones, put that mag' to a n*gga
And I'ma pray for you right after the trigger
Put that on my side, n*ggas be b*tch
He won't come outside, he ain't on sh*t
He wanna talk how he could get hit
Yo' shawty mouth wide eatin' bro di*k
Two, three, like I play wit' the go
Cool breeze with the 'K out the pole
I'm finna blow n*gga low and behold
n*gga know what I hold
Boy you betta get low
He don't want smoke, he just wanna joke
Talkin' out yo' neck, this how you gon' get choked
Talkin' in there because n*ggas is hoes
She throwin' the neck because n*ggas is Crows
Gang no build up, I'm drillin' somebody
'Cause if there's shot fired, I'm killin' somebody
I get the bag then pull off with some thotties
I don't give 'em presents, them b*tches get naughty
n*gga talk tough, but not hurtin' nobody
Walked past him in public, he must've forgot me
My jacket I'm tuckin' a lil' pocket rocket
He wettin' his (?), but that don't surprise me
Uhh, say he ain't p*ssed, but he look like it
No, my gun is not Sandy, it hook like it
My n*ggas put faith in a lil' bottle
I bring the magazines too I ain't (?)